{"id":11102,"date":"2022-06-21T18:49:15","date_gmt":"2022-06-21T17:49:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=11102"},"modified":"2022-06-21T18:56:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-21T17:56:23","slug":"new-poems-may-2018","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2022\/06\/21\/new-poems-may-2018\/","title":{"rendered":"New Poems May 2018"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sedate Canal<\/strong><\/p>\n

Shall we caress the red robin\u2019s breast<\/p>\n

And share the blood of Christ<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sedate Canal<\/strong><\/p>\n

You retain the glowing reflection of the sun<\/p>\n

Your greed is not impressive<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sedate Canal<\/strong><\/p>\n

There is a narrow channel<\/p>\n

That leads to a dark tunnel<\/p>\n

Let us admire this vacant waterway<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sedate Canal<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unlike a river you are quite still<\/p>\n

But your waters still reach their destinations<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter from Vincent<\/strong><\/p>\n

I met Mauve today and had a most regrettable conversation with him which made clear to me that Mauve and I have parted for good<\/em><\/p>\n

Mauve has gone too far to retract and anyhow he wouldn\u2019t want to<\/em><\/p>\n

On a happier note I saw a couple dancing quietly on the platform of my home town railway station yesterday<\/em><\/p>\n

They appeared to have been of Mediterranean origin (perhaps Italian) and quite why they were dancing there was a mystery to me<\/em><\/p>\n

Do you remember as children how we played in the sand beneath the footbridge?<\/em><\/p>\n

A simple occupation but I remember imagining how I saw couples dancing on the platforms of the station<\/em><\/p>\n

A childish dream maybe but it was real to me<\/em><\/p>\n

Without being intrusive I watched them for a while<\/em><\/p>\n

Was he a dance instructor and the raven haired girl his prot\u00e9g\u00e9<\/em><\/p>\n

And then the train arrived and my thoughts were broken<\/em><\/p>\n

Here is an excerpt of my letter to Emile I think my comments may interest you<\/em><\/p>\n

However since nothing confutes the assumption that lines and forms and colours exist on innumerable other planets and suns as well we are at liberty to feel fairly serene about the possibilities of painting in a better and different existence an existence altered by a phenomenon that perhaps is no more indigenous and no more surprising that the transformation of a caterpillar into a butterfly or a grub into a maybug<\/em><\/p>\n

The existence of a painter-butterfly would be played out on countless celestial bodies which after death should be no more inaccessible to us than the black dots on maps that symbolise towns and villages in our earthly lives<\/em><\/p>\n

I am now on the platform where the dancers stood and under the bench there is a black shoe<\/em><\/p>\n

I wonder of it belonged to them or is a refugee of an earlier dance not witnessed<\/em><\/p>\n

I close by telling you that there are many butterflies at this station<\/em><\/p>\n

Some are vivid some are plain<\/em><\/p>\n

And I watch them drift carelessly in the gentle breezes in the times between trains
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Twilight Song<\/strong><\/p>\n

My valet visited the four Windsors<\/p>\n

And on his return<\/p>\n

Sang quietly<\/p>\n

\u00a0Into the violet twilight<\/p>\n

Of his day<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

God is a Nightingale<\/strong><\/p>\n

God is a nightingale<\/p>\n

I hear his sweet voice<\/p>\n

Each morning as I wake<\/p>\n

I see God in many things<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fish<\/strong><\/p>\n

When the flood waters receded<\/p>\n

Numerous puddles remained<\/p>\n

These contained trapped fish<\/p>\n

Some were fearsome<\/p>\n

Some benign<\/p>\n

As the days grew fatter<\/p>\n

These puddles began to dry<\/p>\n

Which suffocated the unfortunate fish<\/p>\n

Many died<\/p>\n

But some were saved<\/p>\n

And swim in the fallow rivers<\/p>\n

Awaiting the next storm<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n

How lovely you are<\/p>\n

In your wedding dress<\/p>\n

This is your day<\/p>\n

Cherish it with all your heart<\/p>\n

As it will not return<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sedate Canal Shall we caress the red robin\u2019s breast And share the blood of Christ   Sedate Canal You retain the glowing reflection of the sun Your greed is not impressive   Sedate Canal There is a narrow channel That leads to a dark tunnel Let us admire this vacant waterway   Sedate Canal Unlike […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11102"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11106,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11102\/revisions\/11106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}